Wisconsin has a rolling heart of the country beauty. Living near the city we often forget how wide and bountiful the US is. Although on climbs there is often only one thought in mind, the next pedal stroke, I find cycling a good place to work on poems. It can be a solitary moving meditation, a place to pray.
After three days on the road, a stay at a legendary bad motel “Ikes”, and a thirty mile stretch of rolling hills, a glass of New Glarus Old Milwaukee Belgian Red hits the spot. Hunger may be the best sauce, but this Lambic like brew which tasted of cherries is the single best beer I have known.
The Gilman trail, just off of the Fox River trail in Aurora Illinois runs just over twelve miles to Sugar Grove. It was a blustery day, gusty and cold. It starts on an old railroad right of way and I was struck with the thought that who doesn’t think engineers are artists has not contemplated bridges.
Crossing rivers, or highways
And if you bike back to the Two Brothers Microbrewery at the old roundhouse at the train station in Aurora you can get a craft beer ( Prairie Path Ale ), and food to keep you pedaling in the cold.
Beer and a mufaletta… a fine lunch for a bike ride and fuel for the last 10 miles home.
The plainest of doors might conceal the finest of surprises… Solemn Oath Mircobrewery is just down the road. They are a tiny place, with a tap-room and they sell all their beer at local restaurants, no bottles or cans to be had.
Chicagoland Microbreweries mean beer, fresh beer. How fresh? Well it’s made just over there.
What’s new today? A strong Belgian Ale aged in Cabernet wine barrels.
Must be solemn, they take their beer so seriously
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